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“Kind of bratty too.” I give him a tight squeeze, and his eyes nearly roll back in his head. “Jesus, Merc. I need your mouth on me.”
I’m pretty sure we’re the worst role players ever because the student-teacher thing gets dropped the minute my lips wrap around his cock.
“Fucking hell,” he groans as his knees nearly buckle. He braces himself on a chair nearby as I do my best to fit all of him into my mouth.
It is not easy.
I’m pretty sure I gag.
“Slow at first,” he instructs, then he takes my hand and uses it to cup his balls. This may be my first time, but I don’t need any further instructions. I start to squeeze and fondle them while my mouth works his length. When my tongue swirls over the sensitive tip, he lets out a string of curses.
Feeling emboldened, I hollow out my cheeks and pick up the pace. His hand finds the top of my head, and I hear him mutter, “So good. So fucking good.”
I gag a few more times, but at this point, I don’t care. I’m so turned on by the sight of him, by how feral and unhinged he looks.
All because of me.
A familiar ache settles between my legs, and it’s so intense that I start to squirm beneath him.
“Do you need to touch yourself, love?”
My cheeks turn red, and I slightly shake my head.
“Aye, another lesson to add to the list.” His fingers dig into my hair as the tendons in his neck bulge. “Don’t worry. I’m more than happy to take care of you in the meantime.”
Memories echo in my mind of his hand working my pussy as I climaxed for the first time in the back of that limo.
Twice.
I’m nearly vibrating from the anticipation of a third.
“Your mouth is incredible, Merc,” he groans out. “Will you let me fuck it?”
I give a little nod, surprising him when I flatten out my tongue and relax my jaw.
Yeah, I know stuff.
His mouth quirks a split second before he thrusts forward, showing me no mercy.
I’m glad. I don’t want any.
He pistons into my mouth over and over, as if he’s possessed. I moan, the friction between my legs so intense it feels nearly unbearable. I never thought this would be so hot.
“Oh, fuck, Merc. Fuck, I’m gonna come—” he warns me in case I’m not ready or willing for this next part, but I’m feeling so sure of myself, so gloriously confident that I wrap my arms around his thick thighs to hold him steady until he fists my hair and lets out a guttural groan, emptying himself down my throat.
I take it all as he watches me swallow every drop.
I feel like a woman reborn. Especially when I look up to him and say with a wicked grin, “My turn.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
ASHER
“Isobel texted me today,” Mercury says as we walk hand in hand along the forested trail. The River Alffic glimmers in the distance, and the smell of pine fills the air.
It would all feel incredibly romantic if it weren’t for the paparazzi trailing behind us. The rocky terrain of the trail has been a bit of an obstacle, as they jostle their equipment bags and cameras, hoping we’ll take a break so they can get the perfect shot.
We haven’t.
